This is the poem I used for my Mum's funeral:

The Rose Beyond the Wall

A rose once grew where all could see

Sheltered beside a garden wall

And, as the days past swiftly by

It spread its branches, straight and tall

One day, a beam of light shone through

A crevice that had opened wide

The rose bent gently toward its warmth

Then passed beyond to the other side

Now, you who deeply feel its loss

Be comforted, the rose blooms there

It’s beauty even greater now

Nurtured by God’s own loving care.

by A L Frink